623: The Scar of Oblivion (3)

The Scar of Oblivion (3)

With Freud clearing the way with his oppressive presence, the journey was smooth. Shen Yanxiao decided to go straight from the edge of the Forsaken Land so that they could avoid the soldiers at the border of the Longxuan Empire.1

It was annoying to feel that the Forsaken Land was much safer than the outside world.

The Scar of Oblivion was the largest trading market at the Brilliance Continent.

People could buy anything they could think of and find things that they could never imagine to find.

One could purchase anything there, from all sorts of treasures to a wide range of magical beasts.

However, there was a rule at the Scar of Oblivion. Whatever people bought, they could not question the origin of the merchandise.

Shen Yanxiao and her team arrived at the Scar of Oblivion after ten days.

It was a marvelous experience to stand on the plain and look at the vast rift valley in the middle of the land.

Houses built inside the valley were seen everywhere. The ground was dirty, and the buildings were shabby; it was like a slum.

It was also dry and hot in the valley, and its thick stench made people feel uncomfortable.

It was a messy place, but many brilliantly dressed nobles and wealthy merchants could be seen walking on the street, followed by several dull-looking slaves in rags. The limbs of those slaves were tied in chains as if they were livestock.

"Come and check it out. A young and strong adult slave with a strong physique and good health."

"Young girl slave…"

As the only slave market on the Brilliance Continent, merchants sold slaves all across the Scar of Oblivion.

Those slaves knelt on wooden stages with their limbs in chains. Thick iron chains around the slaves' necks stopped them from moving. Their hair was disheveled, and there were only pieces of rags to give them their last bit of dignity. They were filthy and smelled awful.

The merchants cracked the whip in their hands as they bellowed about their goods for sale. They did not mind it at all when they cracked the viper-like whips on the slaves.

"This is such a disturbing place." As a priest, Sleep Wolf found it hard to endure the cruelty at the slave market. He saw a young girl curled and shivered under the merchant's whip.

"I didn't know such places existed on the Brilliance Continent. What were they thinking?" Fire Wolf could not bear the sight any longer; he quickly looked away.

The six wolves looked at Shen Yanxiao. Ever since they arrived at the Scar of Oblivion, she had not uttered a single word.

The six wolves did not know that she hated the slave trade the most.

They had never seen the coldness in Shen Yanxiao's eyes as she looked at the slaves sold by the street's sides. The slaves knelt on the ground as they trembled when the merchants berated them. The slaves would beg for potential buys' attention, and they would reveal their teeth and muscles as if they were willing to be bought.

There was a noise and a commotion in the crowd ahead.

A strong, shirtless man dragged a skinny little girl who tried to break away from the crowd.

Five or six tall and sturdy fat people chased after them with whips in their hands behind them.

The dense crowds were like a wall that had collapsed when the strong man threw himself into them. Upon impact, the girl he carried flew forward and fell by Shen Yanxiao's feet.

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